There it was! He had offered the Mayfair name. He did know her! The noise in her ears almost growling in confirmation. "Yes, Mona. You do know my mother. Do you know where I can find her?" She was clearly excited by this development. "I've been to the manor house in the Garden District, but they said no one had seen her there in years. I sensed her presence, so I think she may have been there in secret, which is weird since it's her house, but I haven't been able to find her." It had been over a decade since she had seen her mother, and she wanted to know why.

He was equally forward as the girl who stood before him, a tribute she found refreshing. The spirit realm nudged her onward, she was on to something here. "She was a New Orleans native, a little peculiar, at least that's what my adopted parents told me." Stella tried to listen for any sign that he knew of her, a rise in his heart rate, a change in his breathing, something, but she couldn't hear his heart at all. Very strange. "They told me that I look like her, but I haven't seen her since I was very small. They said that I have kept the name she gave me, 'so I would know my heritage' ".

As Stella looked at the man, the hair on the back of her neck began to prickle. There was something familiar about him, and the noise in her ears was like static. "Thank you. Do you know my mother?" She didn't want to divulge too much about her objective, but had a feeling he might be a key player in getting some of the information she needed.